First, the obligatory (and completely deserved) sympathy for those on the East Coast. That storm looked really scary and my heart aches for those experiencing loss.
Second, I don’t have an opinion on the decision to hold the NYCM. Everyone and their mother has expressed a number of valid opinions. Ad nauseum. I hope it ends up being an inspiring and restorative event and that everyone has a fantastic experience. It just occurred to me that instead of supporters along the course, there might be protesters. I really hope that’s not the case.
In these troubled times, we could all use a bit of cute. Here’s my cat Merlin perched on my shoulder. He’s a parrot in a cat costume:
Turns out that my fears of waning motivation in the absence of a big race were reasonable. I don’t lack the desire to run or the motivation to improve. So that’s good. Still, this month has been busy and fitting my runs in have been a challenge. Yet another reason I’m figuring it out now before I start another half marathon training cycle or, gulp, marathon training.
Yeah, I went there.
To be continued.
Base Building Week 2:
Wednesday: TDM followed immediately by a totally unexpected AWESOME tempo run! 3.0 / 27:09 / 9:04
Friday: 5.0 / 48:03 / 9:38 – “Great and easy. Bathroom stop. Left ITB tight but ok.”*
*poetry courtesy of RunKeeper
Sunday: 8.0 / 1:18:15 / 9:47 – “Good. Tough start mentally but fought through. Felt strong!”
It was a great week. I was totally surprised at how strong I felt during Wednesday’s tempo run. I’m also pleased that I’m comfortably running faster on mid-length runs. I don’t think the magical 9:09 (sub-2 half marathon) is out of the realm of possibility. It might not be my next half but it’s in me. Due to my busy schedule, I had to combine a couple runs, hence the Friday 5 miler. I was a bit intimidated by doing a mid-length run during the week but it was great!
Working out has gone head to head with working IN this week. November is always a busy season for me. With additional rehearsals, performances and pitch black mornings, I’ve had to reschedule runs or abandon them all together. Knowing that I have two races on trails this weekend, I headed to a popular and paved running path that I knew had dirt surrounding it.
OH MY GAHHHHHH.
So, here’s a question: how does three miles on a soft, muddy trail feel like 0 miles on my legs and 13 miles to my poor heart?! We had our first rain a couple days ago so the dirt was packed enough to run but muddy enough to cling to my shoes. I literally had to stop and dig the dirt out halfway through. My shoes were so heavy, I could barely pick up my feet! It was a fantastic workout and today, I don’t even feel like I ran yesterday. Yay for soft ground.
Real life is muddy. It’s busy. It’s heavy. It’s gentle. It’s surprising.